Who Does Daniel LaRusso End Up Marrying?

“…Should anyone here know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." "I do!" A sharp voice bombed the church. Frowning, I turned my head toward the owner of the voice who dared to object to My wedding. And there He stood. My vicious rival. The man I hate the most. The Pakhan of Bratva! Aleksandr Fedorov. "On what ground do you object?" The priest demanded. My face was turning red in anger while He smirked with his eyes set on mine. "Because this bride is already married to me.” I blinked up at him. Married to him!? What the hell was He saying! ***************************** No one knows that it's a fake marriage. A contract marriage to fulfil the last condition of taking over Cosa Nostra. I didn't hear what the Priest was saying, nor did I pay attention to my groom. The white wedding gown was the last step for my crown. I, Aria Salvatore Knight, was going to be the first female Capo dei capi. The one who was going to make history in the world of organised crime. But my hopes and dreams died because of him. My reputation was shattered because of him. He made me a joke in Cosa Nostra and now it's his turn to pay for his sins. Love, betrayal, killing, conspiracy, suffering whatever it costs, Aria knight was determined to become the first Female capo of Cosa Nostra. It has been her aim since her childhood. But what would happen when she was rewarded with the unwanted title of something on her head too, which would create big havoc in Cosa Nostra? The Bratva Queen! Well, Let's dive into the bloody story of the Ice Princess and the Merciless Monster.

The craziest thing I’ve ever done was let a dangerous man touch me, and not pull away. “Trust me.” Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn’t expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand. I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then. I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire. *** Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger’s intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari. Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse—wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn’t a choice at all—marry him for a year… or lose the only family she has left. Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She’s pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico’s family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure. In a story of obsession, and betrayal,only the strongest survive. And Cake Coogan is not prey.

Irene ended herself in a billionaire's bed, drunk having been entrusted with the sole task of saving her father's business after her father's mistress pushed it into bankruptcy. Irene is forced to confront reality after spending a passionate night with the city's prince. With no other option, her father's business must not go bankrupt, therefore she must accept a contract marriage with the haughtiest guy she has ever encountered. When she realizes she is going to play mother to a five-year-old kid who also happens to be her one-night stand's daughter, what will she do?

“Bring my wife to me.” The words echoed through the hallway. Five years ago, Isabella Romano died. Or… so the world believes. She had been forced into a cold, loveless marriage with the ruthless mafia king, Lorenzo De Luca where Isabella was nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game of power. But on the night she uncovered a secret that could destroy his empire, she became a target. So she did the only thing she could to survive. Disappear. Now living under a new identity as Elena Rossi, Isabella has built a quiet life far away from blood, betrayal… and the man she once called husband. But when a high-profile art restoration job leads her straight into Lorenzo’s world again, everything she once buried comes crashing back because Lorenzo never forgets and he never forgives. The moment he sees her, one truth becomes clear, his estranged bride was still alive and this time, he’s was never letting her go. Now dragged back into a world she barely escaped, Isabella must hide the one secret that could destroy everything; she didn’t leave alone, she had left with his son. But as enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, one question threatens to tear them apart: Did Isabella run to betray him… Or to save his life? Because in a world ruled by power and blood, love is dangerous and secrets are deadly.

Leandra Smith saved the life of Don Dante Angelo. Now, he feels responsible for her and thinks he owes her a life. However, Leandra is not like any girl he has ever met. She is independent, tough, smart and a little crazy. Will Dante lose his heart to this whirlwind girl who entered his life?

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic